Jan 26

old friends

nothing seems to take me
so far far away
as this feeling
is it old is it new
I may call your name 
to come to me in the garden 
with tea and oranges 
in a little boat on the lake
with wind in my hair 
and time in my hands 
we will take the river 
get out of town
its so romantic
but lovers we are not
old friends like death
forever young
and we know our mortality
and we are long from childhood
but still we can pretend